The wind lashed against my face as I stood at the edge of the northern ridge, the sky above roiling with thick, heavy clouds. Thunder growled low in the distance like an ancient beast rousing from slumber. I stared into the shadows stretching beyond the forest line, my arms crossed tightly against my chest.
“I can feel it,” I murmured to myself. “Something’s coming.”
The soft crunch of boots on gravel behind me pulled my attention back. I didn’t have to look to know it was him.
Elias.
“You always did have a flair for dramatic scenery,” he said quietly, stopping beside me. His shoulder brushed mine. “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something reckless?”
I glanced at him. His eyes searched my face, his expression unreadable, but I caught the flicker of worry in his gaze.
“I’m not
